Damn be this wind it's still movin' on

Today I met quite a large bunch of human beings. They were
all so different, maybe they didn't even know for each other existence. Some of
them I know for a long time, some of them I saw for the first time in my life.
Some of them were doctors, some were future doctors, some were priests, some
were bus drivers and some were, what I like to call- everyday survivors.

Many of them were dirty, some from the outside, some from
the inside, some of them both. Some had messy hair because of terrible wind (oh
wait, that was me), some were wearing hats, some told to some others they love
them, and some were mocking the one they don't understand. Some of them I'd
prefer I didn't meet, and for some I would give anything to see them every
single day.

But to put it right, aren't they all just the same? They
live, they walk, they eat, they talk. And they are more or less grateful for
that. In the end, they will all die in the same way just like they were all
born in the very exact way. At the moment, they probably are living their tiny
lives not knowing that right here is this one person abnormally inspired by their
colorful appearance.

And even if they think they didn't give or learn or accomplish anything today, I must say they're wrong. Because inspiration can move mountains if you give it enough time.

P.S. I'm wearing jeans! Can you believe that? After few years of ignoring them in my closet, I'm wearing my only pair of blue jeans! Even my hubby told me I look different. And I was feeling somehow different though.

I bought them many years ago in Diadema store and I remember how I fell in love with them because of that high waist and cute buttons. I'm also wearing my sailor t-shirt which is also very old, and my Zara patent Mary Janes. The bag is from thrift shop. Oh, and my hair is a terrible mess, you can thank that to my dear friend called - the wind.